In this gritty diss track, Kendrick Lamar takes aim at Tyler, a fake hustler who betrayed his trust. With personal punchlines and sharp bars, Kendrick calls out Tyler's false image and the betrayal he faced after offering him a helping hand. This track showcases Kendrick's lyrical prowess, blending a raw narrative with hard-hitting beats.
Verse 1:
Yo, Tyler, what’s good? You a punk in disguise,
Said you sellin’ D’s, but I see through your lies.
Gave you a place to stay, food on your plate,
But you took my kindness, turned it to hate.
Thought you was a hustler, but you barely grind,
Just a broke wannabe, with a fake ass grind.
Wonderin’ if them D’s you claimed to be the best
Just ended up in your nose, put your skills to the test.
Chorus:
Where's the love, Tyler? You switched up the code,
Thought you was my homie, now you owe me, it’s cold.
Raggedy bitch got you on a tight leash,
Pretend you got the hustle, but you just ain't a beast.
Verse 2:
Yeah, I fed you, sheltered you, kept it real close,
Now I’m the one hurtin’, while you just boast.
Actin’ all hard, but we know your façade,
Got a pocket full of dreams, but your gang’s all a fraud.
You can flex with your stories, but they don’t impress,
When the real ones around, man, you just a mess.
Tellin’ everyone you tough, but we see you sweat,
Tyler, man, you already owe me that debt.
Chorus:
Where's the love, Tyler? You switched up the code,
Thought you was my homie, now you owe me, it’s cold.
Raggedy bitch got you on a tight leash,
Pretend you got the hustle, but you just ain't a beast.
Verse 3:
Back to the block, yo, you know what I mean,
Tyler lost his way, livin’ in a fake dream.
Keep your head up high, but your pockets are low,
While I’m out here cashing, watchin’ real ones grow.
Thought you was my brother, but you went for the cheese,
Now I’m droppin’ this diss just to put you at ease.
Next time you see me, know I’m on my grind,
Tyler, keep it movin’, try not to waste my time.
Outro:
So long, Tyler, this the end of the song,
Just remember, homie, you did me wrong.
In this game of life, gotta pay your dues,
One day you’ll learn, you can’t live off of blues.
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A gritty hip hop diss track, with personal punchlines about a guy named Tyler who owes me money. Gave him a place to stay, food to eat, and he ripped me off. Guys a punk, pretends he sells drugs. Wondering if all those d"s that you tried to sell just went up your nose, or to your ragity bitch that has him on a tight leash
Kendrick lamar